It doesn't seem fair that someone else gets to hug their baby before they sleep tonight. It doesn't seem fair that Jace had to die so that other people could be happy. I know it's right though. Keeping his heart won't bring him back. Instead it will beat inside of another little person, and maybe a little bit of Jace's joy will rub off on them.
His heart is going to a baby in Missouri, his kidneys to a young child in OKC, and his liver to a teenager in San Antonio. Jace's name means "healer" and today he is doing that for others. I have seen him heal my dad from perpetual blahs. I have seen him heal my mom from feeling like she had no purpose in life. I have seen him heal my sister in every way. He has made my life worth living everyday for the last 2 years, six months, and 28 days and healed my chronic lonliness. I miss him so much I feel like I the grief will swallow me whole. I never understood phrases like that until now. I never understood being so upset that you don't feel like eating.
I have had several other friends who seemed to love Jesus with all their hearts give up on him. I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON HIM. I don't understand why. But I don't know everything. Losing Jace with Jesus is hard enough. I cannot imagine losing Jace without him. And if I took the time I could probably make this more eloquent, but for those of you I am writing about now - Jesus still hasn't given up on you. I want you to meet Jace someday.
This makes me think of the story Jesus told about the house built on the sand and the one built on the rock. My house isn't going to fall. If it can stand through this it can stand through anything. Some of you need to rebuild your houses in a better place.
I am now going to tell my favorite person in the entire universe "See ya la'er!"